my friends worked in the kitchen here, starting the tradition among my set that cooking work was noble toil. at that point i never intended a career as a chef. >> john: it's great to be a cook. >> anthony: i was getting to that. yes. >> server: this is homemade portuguese kale soup, made on the premises. >> anthony: it's been a long time, thank you. >> server: enjoy. >> anthony: portuguese soup, a p-town version the azorean caldo verde and just what i remembered. kale, fiery red chorizo, linguica, kidney beans, potatoes. oh, i missed you. i missed you bad. and that was precisely what i loved about the food here. the portuguese thing, dishes like this stuffed cod crusted with ground portuguese sausage, bread crumbs, stuffed with scallop and crab. some sherry, red sauce. i hadn't been working for a while, i was a deadbeat. i mean, i was just, just scarfing off everybody else. and nancy comes home from work and says our dishwasher didn't show up today. you are our new dishwasher.